The top of Mount Buzhou has now returned to peace. The mountain peaks pass by with a howling sound. There is a man, with a pale and waterfall behind him flying freely.    ?

In his hand, there was a sword.

The black and red sword hilt has a delicate carving and a sense of overlordism. The red jade sword body has black patterns on it, which is extremely complex.

The sword of heaven cries!

Yan Feng, in his eyes, there was another touch of color, a touch of color that looked down on the world and the sky!

He raised his head slightly and looked at the top of the barrier. One after another, there were ripples of voids. All the immortals, gods and Buddhas, come!

The four gods in the heavenly court, the six people from the two Taoist and Buddha families, and the ten holy realms and eighth level heavens are all among the coming people.

In addition to the number of other immortals, Buddhas and gods that follow each other, there are nearly thousands of people.

"Brother, that's..."

The four gods, the fourth-ranked God of Zhiming, looked at the person standing on the top of the mountain and could not suppress the complex emotions in his heart.

The same is true in the eyes, and the horror cannot be concealed.

"Supreme Lord..."

In his eyes, the God of Meng Zhang looked at the top of the mountain with unconcealed respect, but also a hint of relaxation.

"As it turns out, the cultivation level of the Supreme Lord... is much weaker than the previous life!" Meng Zhang immediately swept over Yan Feng's fluctuations in cultivation level.

The immortals, gods and Buddhas, while they saw Yan Feng, also saw them.

Yan Feng's face was indifferent, and there was no change because of the arrival of these immortals, gods and Buddhas.

With his eyes, he slowly looked at the God of Meng Zhang who was standing in the forefront.

"Meng Zhang."

He spoke lightly and looked at each other, even though Meng Zhang had the cultivation level of the eighth level, even if he was the famous god of the Three Realms and Four Directions.

But under Yan Feng's eyes, he still lowered his head.

Yan Feng's figure slowly floated up at this moment.

At this moment, the immortals, gods and Buddhas all over the sky took a step back together at the moment when Yan Feng's figure moved.

That's fear...!

"Meng Zhang...see the Supreme Master."

Meng Zhang looked at Yan Feng who was experiencing the air. Although he was confused for a while, he finally bowed his hand to salute Yan Feng.

"I ask you why the Jade Emperor didn't come."

Yan Feng swept across the immortals, gods and Buddhas, without any fear in his eyes, and spoke lightly.

In his memory, the Jade Emperor... should really want to die. To be precise, it is not only the Jade Emperor, the Three Pure Ones of Taoism, and the Three Buddhas of Buddhism, all of them are like this...

And this time they were born by drawing their swords, they could not have known that. Logically speaking, it is the best opportunity to kill themselves.

"Your Majesty..." Meng Zhang, the dignified God, couldn't raise his head in front of Yan Feng at this moment.

"Divine Lord Meng Zhang, do you feel so embarrassed to Heaven?"

At this moment, Master Qingyu, who was beside him, was the Taoist old man with fairy spirit, snorted coldly at Yan Feng without taking Yan Feng seriously.

"Isn't it just a single thing, what's the point of being afraid of?"

Not only this Master Qingyu, but also the two other Taoist people behind him, but also the three Buddhist people, were all like this, and Yan Feng's expression was disdainful.

Yan Feng looked at the Qingyu man slightly and suddenly frowned.

In the last life, Master Qingyu had many contacts and good relationships. Although he also participated in that siege, most of them were helpless. At that time... Yan Feng remembered that Master Qingyu did not really take action.

What's more... In his own impression, Master Qingyu has always been calm and composed, and is contained in his heart. How could a person who deserves respect from the people speak so arrogantly?

Besides... With my identity in my previous life, no one in the three realms dares to talk to me like this.

Or... he is not a person from the Three Realms?!

But... looking at the breath, it is indeed Master Qingyu again.

"I really don't know what Elder Futi thought. He mobilized many troops just for the sake of such a garbage."

The disdain on his face was even more obvious. After all, Yan Feng's cultivation fluctuations at this moment were only at the peak of the true realm.

Suddenly... it was in this Qingyu that was extremely arrogant.

A white shadow flashed past him in an instant.

"careful!"

Just as the person beside Qingyu shouted, Yan Feng's figure appeared in an instant next to Qingyu.

The Tianqi Sword was placed on the person on Qingyu's neck.

"You said, trash?"

Yan Feng looked slightly at Master Qingyu. Master Qingyu is the eighth heaven... It just so happened that he could try to how far he could use the Tianqi Sword himself.

Qingyu's eyes were also shocked. He didn't expect that Yan Feng's degree could be so fast that he didn't even react in a moment.

But when he reacted, he became furious!

A green energy appeared on his body and instantly rushed straight to Yan Feng.

Yan Feng retreated in an instant, and the Tianqi Sword in his hand slashed at will, and these qi shattered and dissipated.

"Big brother?"

"No hurry, take a look first." Meng Zhang looked at Yan Feng and Qingyu in a narrow view, and his figure retreated thousands of feet. He wanted to see... How much cultivation is left of the Supreme Lord!

"Get out first." The three Buddhists were just as they were not concerned about themselves and were hanging up high.

The other two Taoists stood behind Qingyu in the air, all staring at Yan Feng.

At this moment, thousands of Taoist immortals in the clouds and mists wanted to rush over when they saw this scene.

Yan Feng glanced slightly, and waved the sword in his hand casually.

In an instant, a red sword energy barrier was formed in a radius of thousands of feet, with the radius of Yanfeng as the center. No matter who it is... they were blocked by the red sword energy.

Yan Feng looked at the three men of Qingyu not far away.

There was a hint of thought in my eyes...

Just now, he could have killed Qingyu directly with one sword, but he didn't... because he didn't want to kill someone by mistake.

Master Qingyu would never be like this.

In other words... Perhaps it is not the Master Qingyu in this eighth heaven's body!

In addition... a sentence that this person said accidentally, or rather, was a title, which made Yan Feng even more suspicious.

Elder Futi…

I have never heard of this person. They would come here, obviously because they were ordered by the Taoist ancestor Taishang Laojun.

Since that's the case...who is this Futi? Or is the Taishang Laojun...it's Futi.

Or, the current Taishang Laojun is the Elder Futi!

A thousand years ago, I realized something was wrong in the Three Realms, but before I could find out, there was something that all the immortals, gods and Buddhas surrounded me and killed me.

And today... When Yan Feng saw Master Qingyu, the guess in his mind came back to his heart.

Looking at the fierce look of Master Qingyu, Yan Feng slowly lifted up the sword in his hand.

Today... I used these three people to verify my conjectures.
Chapter completed!